MARS VOLTA! you shout--
underwear,
a bandana, and
cowboys boots, the only things
on your persons.
You clop around
on your mattress-- a major
drum major.
You're a child, again. Air
guitar and kazoo sounds. But I
remember your tattoos.
---
You throw off your cowboy boots
just to see if you can crack
the window.
But you are free
and loving it. And when whatever
song ends,
you return to life with
belly breaths and hiccups.
-sonja lynn mata
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